Capital.
On the same night, as the sunset sank below the horizon, the dark red palace walls were gradually filled with azure twilight.
Inside the palace, the palace maids raised lanterns, following routine to light up urgent spots throughout the Imperial Palace.
In Yangxin Hall, several palace maids, while holding bamboo poles to hang lanterns, gazed towards the brightly lit Imperial Study Room and murmured:
"Your Majesty has been taking meals later and later recently."
"Perhaps worrying about the battlefront, concerned about the Yunfu Rebel Army's progress along the Huai River."
"I reckon it's not entirely that. I noticed that since mid-autumn, Your Majesty has occasionally appeared absent-minded. There is even a poem framed in the study room, constantly being examined. Speaking of which, I wonder which great poet composed it. I only caught a glimpse of a few lines, truly remarkable."
"Hah, what do you understand about poetry? Just capable of seeing its greatness?"
